the effect of temporariness

I rarely listen to the music
Occasionally, just for background noise 
I rarely do it through my earphones 
If so, I know I experienced the life

Now I am riding to the mountains 
From a city, the one I make a living from
The one that has so much to offer you
Or take it all at once

Now I am riding to the mountains
With music in my ears
I don’t hear a melody
Neither the words
I only sense a feeling
A feeling of a healing heart
The breathing and the touch

It never was just anger or sadness in his eyes
But an open look at what the day could give him
A feeling of a healing heart, he gave me
A heart that was collected from many pieces, many times, appeared in human hands
Two hearts were then in present 
No fancy circumstances 
Just faith or Heavenly spirits charm that day


It was this openness to mystery
The one you don’t know when it will be the last Good Morning and last Good Night.  
It was an exchange of what you want the perfect love to be
A caring, surprising, gentle, listened down to the smallest details, exciting, shy, and followed by hard breathing while lying next to each other, ending the night 
It was this great exchange of what you want the perfect love to be
Which is only possible in mystery 
No yesterday and no tomorrow 

So now there’s music playing in my ears 
Of mystery and temporariness
That makes you an escape and heals your heart from time to time
The sweetness of a memory
The touch of mystery
In the form of a stranger’s birth name’s sound